Disclaimer: Belle, Jean-Luc LeBeau,
and Gambit belong to Marvel. Lizzie and her mother belong
to me, Raven (At least I think they do). I'm not making money
from this story, if I was then I'd be selling it on the black
market or something. Don't sue me.
The Sun Will Shine Again
The wedding would take place in only three days. Poppa told
her he wouldn't be able to come back for those three days,
but that he'd think about her the whole time he was away.
She was walking back home from school, four library books
in her arms and her book bag slung over one shoulder. The
wind was blowing and it carried the sounds of celebration
and the smells of good Cajun cooking from somewhere out in
The road she walked wasn't paved, but that was okay. Only
Momma, Poppa, and sometimes fishermen ever used the road anyway,
and she liked it unpaved. She liked being able to kick rocks
and dirt and such as she walked.
She was using her mutant ability to be invisible as she walked,
and to anyone who happened by, it would seem that rocks and
dirt just spontaneously jump up from the ground just to shatter
and blow in the wind. It would have made a funny picture.
The wedding was three days away.
She had been invited. She might not be the heir Jean-Luc
LeBeau wanted from Remy, but she was still his granddaughter,
and Remy's daughter. And soon, Belle would be her stepmother.
Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks and wrinkled up her nose
in disgust. What a horrible thought! Belle as a mother? That
just didn't seem right to her. Not even as a wicked stepmother.
She could just picture Belle now "Mirror, Mirror, on
de wall, tell me who de meanest o' dem all!" She giggled
and continued down the road to her house.
She walked into the door and put her books on the coffee
table. "Momma, I home!" She called out, her voice
reverberating off the walls. The sound of her mother's running
feet answered her.
Her mother burst into the room from the hallway, a suitcase
in one hand and a crumpled letter in the other. She dropped
the case and grabbed Lizzie, lifting her feet off the floor
and swinging she in a circle.
"Momma? You 'kay?" Lizzie asked suspiciously when
her mother placed her back on the floor.
"I've never been better in all my life, Lizzie Luv!
Look!" She held out the letter, "Look at what your
Lizzie took the letter from her mother.
I'm calling off the wedding. I don't like
the way Belle looks every time I mention that I want Elizabeth
to be there. Here are two plain tickets to Paris. Met me at
gate 51A at the airport there. Leave the house as it is. We'll
get our things later. We're going to be a family, and I don't
care what my poppa says. All I care about is you and Elizabeth.
All my love,
Lizzie looked at the note, one eyebrow lifted, and a confused
expression on her face. It was her father's handwriting, but
something about it wasn't right. Something about the way it
Juliet thought just that her daughter didn't understand what
was going on. And thought to enlighten her. "We're going
to Paris! I was born there, and we're going with your father.
He wants for us to be together, a family! It's what we've
wanted... Lizzie? Lizzie, Luv, Why aren't you happy?"
Juliet's smiled faded as she looked at the look on her daughter's
Lizzie looked up at her mother uncertainly. Her funny feeling
was back again, and she couldn't explain it. Why was this
note making her senses go haywire? What was it? She didn't
know. She shook her head, clearing it, and smiled up at her
momma. "We be t'gether?" she asked.
"Yes. Together forever and always, right? That's what
we wanted. Come on, Luv, I've packed you a few things, I called
a cab and we need to leave now if we're going to catch our
flight, then we'll never have to worry about Poppa being taken
from us again." Juliet reached out her hand.
Lizzie smiled and was about to take it, "But, what 'bout
"We'll send for it later."
"Wait," she said then turned and ran down the hall.
Juliet just starred after her daughter in surprise, but Lizzie
was back a moment later, a blue bear that Remy had give her
for her birthday in her arms.
"We be t'gether?" She asked again wanting to ignore
her feeling and trust in her momma and poppa. Juliet nodded.
"Grandpere n't take him 'way?" She shook her head.
Lizzie bit her lip thoughtfully for a minute. Her eyes turning
blue with gray swirling in them. Her funny feeling wasn't
going away, but what could be wrong? She still didn't know.
She shook the feeling away, smiled and grabbed her mother's
hand. "Come on! We can' be late f' de plane!"
Continued in Chapter
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